Racing to find a place for my soul ... Or at least a place that's less familiar

Phoebe was locked in her room at Halliwell Manor. Paige and Piper hadn't thought it was a good idea for her to go back to Fandom on today of all days, so Paige had brought her home to the Manor last night.

She wasn't sure what her other sisters had told Prue, but her oldest sister had been very good about intercepting Grams before she could come talk to her. She knew Grams loved her and would want to make her feel better, but she didn't know what she could tell Grams. How could she tell her why she was so broken? How could she tell Grams what happened with Cole?

Last year at this time, she and Cole had started getting back together and past everything that had happened before. They were in love more deeper than ever before. They should have been happy. They should have been making plans for after graduation.

She had no idea that a year later she would be mourning him after having had to kill the bastard that was possessing his body. She had no idea that a year later she would have been drinking something that the Source of All Evil had created to bring out her true nature of being evil...

He had pretty much told her that her true nature was evil... but he hadn't counted on her and Cole's friends. The friends that believed in them both. The friends that had gotten her to see that the Source was possessing her boyfriend and that he was NOT Cole. The friends that reminded her that Cole loved her because she wasn't evil in any way.

That didn't make the pain of losing Cole any less. That didn't make the fact that the body they had vanquished had once belonged to the man she loved.

"Cole..." she whispered again before burying her face in the pillow in an attempt to keep her family that she knew was close by from hearing her sobs.

To say that Phoebe was a hysterical mess when she finally slammed into the manor would not have been an overstatement of fact. Demonic powers and really nasty evil creatures, she was accustomed to being waylaid by. A man with a gun in the park was not something she was accustomed to.

As soon as Phoebe slammed the door shut behind her, she fumbled to lock every lock on the door. It was only after she looked out the window in the door to see that he hadn't followed her, that Phoebe leaned against the door, trying to stop the panic and get the sobbing under control.

( Safe. She was safe. )



[[OOC: Again, NFB due to distance. Thanks to pennyhalliwell and cookinggeek for their help.]]